So I've begun replaying Breath of the wild for potential inspiration for the journey. And I'm experiencing the small joy a bit of realizing I can just write whatever that can spring in my imagination with some work. So have a mini scene.

"So how does that look to you?" The rambling voice of the shopkeeper asks.
"Well...it seems fines to me. I'm not really a fashion guru though."
Venti looks in the mirror. Raising a arm out from the new cloak he was considering. He was long overdue for getting new clothes that actually fit him. Most of his old ones were thread bare things now from use with the ends cut to fit him, and Midna had insisted he get new clothes while they were preparing for their journey.
"Is this too nice to wear on the road?" He wonders out loud looking at the clothes he was considering.

"No no! Of course not, I wouldn't be selling it if it was. This isn't some nobles shop dear."
The Seamstress tuts shaking her head. "
It should be just fine but even if it does look nice that's a bonus. You have to look your best if you want to apply for the sect after all." The shopkeeper says from behind the counter.
"What?" Venti asks blinking.
"You're a traveler, right? The tailor asks looking at them oddly.
"The only reason folk pass through our little town most of the time is on the way to try and join the sect, three bless them."